My saving grace

Fell into place with the playing of your mixtape

The picture of French bread on the wall

The reading together of a Moroccan fairytale

Well, I read and you glanced over my shoulder

I turned the pages and felt you sighing on my shoulder

The first edition, I think it was

One has to start somewhere

The pinging of an instant message pulsing on the screen

The gap in your teeth, the glue that binds us

That stillborn tongue guarding the gap in your teeth

Clean cotton and coconut sweat

Spaghetti sauce on strands of your hair

Don't worry, it will wash out of my sweater

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

My honor ends in love

We soon put the book away

The ending was awful.